Chapter 533 Howl of Despair--
The rubble and shrapnel that collapsed from time to time made their armor hang one after another. In the desperate pupils, a group of blazing flames flashed there, and a strong wind-like shock wave made the Qinglong flagpoles standing on the wall broken, and their ears could not hear any sound for a long time. The choking smoke began to extend to the side of the wall.
Just as the explosion that resounded through the world came, Qianlong and a class of important ministers who were discussing in the Yangxin Hall, couldn't help but jump. Qianlong quickly rushed to the outside of the Yangxin Hall. The little faces of the ministers behind them were all white. No one spoke, and they all silently followed Qianlong's footsteps.
After the Qianlong looked for a high place and stood up to the top, he could already see the purgatory-like red and black storm rising at the sunrise gate, and the mushroom cloud of more than a hundred feet was rolling up, as if there were tens of millions of evil spirits crying and howling in the clouds. Qianlong, standing high in the imperial city, looked as pale as the white jade railing with his hands. God..." Qianlong's mood seemed to be pulled into the 18th floor of hell at this moment. If it hadn't been for He Shen and an eunuch standing next to him, maybe Qianlong would have fallen directly down.
He Shen's face is also extremely pale at this moment, and his originally shrewd eyes are full of fear and panic at this moment. In this era, there are several people who have the opportunity to see the cover shooting of the heavy artillery cluster.
The explosion shocked the whole Yanjing City, especially the people with yellow flags in the northeast corner of the city. At this moment, they were all scared and crawled out of their homes and fled in the direction of the imperial city, as if they wanted to stay away from the dead flame hell.
In the streets, alleys and alleys, there are all the descendants who claimed that the Eight Banners were less than ten hundred years ago, and they were invincible. But now, one or two of them have tears on their faces, and there are red marks on their foreheads. I don't know how many feet they have been stepped on their buttocks. Dad calls for their children, and the daughter-in-law calls their husbands. They all have something to do with the common people. The difference?!
Fortunately, Liang Jiajun's artillery was extremely accurate. Otherwise, these more than 30 pounds and 40 pounds of bitter sour shells would really fall into those alleys. If they were fired, they would have to overturn several houses, and more than a hundred lives were few.
"Run, run!" Hengrui opened his mouth and shouted loudly, but he couldn't even hear his own shouts. He followed a group of soldiers and crawled to the middle of the city wall. Even if he couldn't stand still, he had to be afraid of crawling. Several of them had let the shock wave soak their facial features with blood. They opened their mouths and shouted unconsciously, but they seemed to feel that the whole world They all lost their voices.
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I don't know how far I climbed. My two palms and ten fingers were worn out. After feeling that the vibration of the wall seemed to be much smaller, Hengrui turned his face tremblingly and looked in the direction of the Chaoyang Gate. I don't know when the rubble or shrapnel will hang on his face, and the red blood is slowly dripping along his cheeks, just like his desperate mood.
As if after a century of time, the shelling finally stopped, and the world seemed to fall into a dead silence all of a sudden. Only the thick smoke was rolling up, which confirmed that the terrible and courageous scene had happened just now.
The height of Chaoyang Gate has reached ten feet. The towering gate tower has collapsed and disappeared. Even the surrounding wall has turned into loose mud. The moat in front of the gate has been filled with sand and bricks, and the area around the gate has formed a trapezoidal slope. On the slope, there are still a few burning heads that are slanting into the soil, with thick smoke.
There was not a single flag left in the area of the gate tower. As for the soldiers who were guarding near the gate tower, they could not even see a ghost. Only the broken bones and stubble that collapsed dozens of feet or even dozens of steps away, and the broken arms of the broken limbs proved the traces of human existence.
The unopened artillery on the head of the city had long been blown into pieces, and even a thousand-pound cannon flew diagonally into the city, smashing the yellow mud-paved street.
In a word, the Chaoyang Gate of Yanjing City, which has stood up since the Yuan Dynasty, turned into a pile of flying ashes under the crazy bombing of the 850 cannons in about a quarter of an hour.
Shock, absolutely shocking, not to mention the indiscriminate bombing of 800 heavy artillery, even the power of 80 heavy artillery is enough to collapse. Looking at the Chaoyang Gate, which had been razed to the ground, the excitedly cheering subordinates behind him, and the shocked expression on their faces, Liang Pengfei's heart was full of pride.
"The power of the god of war, the power of the concentrated use of artillery, is really not covered." Liang Pengfei looked at the artillery position in the distance behind him with admiration. In later generations, he was about to shuttle through the battlefield, and he had never seen more than ten artillery shots. Even on TV and movies, in the arranged scene, you can see 20 or 30 cannons firing empty shells there, which makes you feel excited. Now, the power of 850 cannons is really... It was beyond Liang Pengfei's expectations, and even beyond Brother Li Pao's expectations, a little more than a quarter of an hour ahead of the original plan.
"I'm your grandmother's. If I had known that the waves of artillery fire later, I shouldn't have been wasted." Brother Li Pao took the telescope away from his eyes. Brother Li Pao took off the earmuffs and turned around and said to the brigade staff beside him.
"There's nothing we can do about it. I thought that the wall of Yanjing City would far exceed the wall of Fuzhou City in the direction of strength. Besides, the young master talked big and had to flatten these two gates in an hour. If we didn't do it, let's wait for the young master to write the name vertically and smash it on our foreheads." The brigade staff officer next to him also looked ruffian, which made Brother Li Pao laugh crooked.
"Transfer direction, turn to the southwest, target, Dongzhimen, ten minutes to prepare!" Brother Li Pao smiled twice and then issued a new order. The artillery command flags waved one after another, and the artillery rangefinders were also busy nervously and orderly. He began to slowly aim the ferocious mouths of the 850 feared beasts at the stronger gate of Yan Jingdong City: Dongzhimen
Dongzhimen is a gate located on the north side of the east wall of Yanjing City. It mainly includes Dongzhimen Tower, Dongzhimen Arrow Tower, Dongzhimen Gate Gate and Wengcheng. Compared with Chaoyangmen, which has only one city tower alone, it is simply a complex.
And the Eight Banners soldiers who were originally guarding in the Dongzhimen Tower saw the tragedy of the Chaoyang Gate. Without saying anything, they threw the big knife, spear and crossbow in his mother's hand to the ground, as if they had seen a duck chasing a ghost.
Ren Na Yimian couldn't stop him from shouting and scolding. More than 3,000 people squeezed Yimian and his own soldiers aside and ran straight downstairs.
"It's over, it's all over." Looking at the tragic situation of the Chaoyang Gate, and seeing that all the soldiers under his hands ran cleanly, the white flag also disappeared. Yi Mian's face turned into a dead gray, and he pulled out the long knife at his waist and was about to wipe it on his neck. But they were stopped by their own soldiers and gave each other a look.
"Your Excellency, let's go and recover those bastards who escaped from the battle. If you don't go, it will be too late. These soldiers coaxed and persuaded, half dragging and half dragging General Yi down the tower.
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When the shrill rain fell over the Nuoda Dongzhimen City Gate complex, not to mention people, even a mouse was gone. In less than ten minutes, the smoke around Chaoyangmen had not dissipated, and the temperature of the broken arms had not yet dropped, and Dongzhimen was hit by the terrible gunfire. The heavy shells made the whole Dongzhimen complex completely shrouded in smoke and artillery fire.
"Your Majesty... Chaoyangmen, Chaoyangmen is gone." A hurried bodyguard knelt down far away before rushing to Qianlong. The yellow flag-inlaid land in the northeast is already in chaos.
"It's gone, I know. He Shen, as a nine-door admiral, is responsible for you to immediately send troops to suppress them. No one should panic. Take the opportunity to deliberately spread rumors and deceive and incite those with ulterior motives to be killed!" Qianlong's eyes fell on He Shen's face.
Looking at Qianlong's old wrinkled face with indescribable despair and madness at this moment, He Shen couldn't help shivering and knelt down quickly. I obeyed the order.
"You also quickly leave the palace, appease the people's hearts, calm the people's grievances, and move the people around Dongzhimen and Chaoyangmen to a safe place. Go! Where is the internal minister of the bodyguard... All the bodyguards, strengthen the guard of the imperial city, there are suspicious people and others approaching the palace, kill!"
"The slave (I) obeyed the order."
"Go, Yongyan, help me back to the palace, I'm tired..." After Qianlong ordered, he put his arm on Yongyan's outstretched hand, and all the strength on his body seemed to have been drained. If it hadn't been for the eunuch and Yongyan's strong body, maybe this group would have turned into a rolling gourd.
"Emperor Ama, don't do anything, Qing Dynasty, it still depends on you." Seeing that Qianlong's legs didn't even have the strength to stand, and his face was as gray as the dying man, Yong Yan cried directly.
"Shut up, I'm not dead yet!" Qianlong gritted his teeth and stared at Yongyan viciously as if he were killing his father's enemy. The crazy eyes scared Yongyan so much that he even swallowed his words back in his throat.
"The Qing Dynasty is not over yet, and our Qing Dynasty will not be finished. The Master of the King of Qin is about to arrive. As long as our capital can hold on for a few more days, I want Liang Peng to fly to death!" Qianlong howled like a dying lone wolf.
The sound of gunfire is still continuing, and the smoke over Yanjing City is gathering more and more densely, as if the political center of the Qing Dynasty was completely swallowed up by a terrible volcano...
(to be continued)